Journal

I don’t know why I’m complaining about the snow. I am often up in Edmonton working, which has lots of snow and temperatures in the -20 range as a matter of course. But Edmonton has dry snow, the kind that squeaks under your feet and doesn’t get you wet. Victoria on the other hand is more like fluffy water – great for making snowmen and snowballs, but also great for sticking to you and getting you wet. And when you are wet, you’re cold. It’s the kind of cold that seeps through your clothing no matter how many layers you wear.

Still, at 6am it looks pretty. A blanket of white, erasing all the clutter and turning the world monochromatic.